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hatt0riart · 10 months

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I WANTED TO MAKE MORE THAN JUST THIS but it took like. a week to get done and im sick these days

anyways in light of mk1's nonsense i revisited some koncepts i had for a roleswap au. i took hanzo's inspiration from a mix of mkx and mk11 outfits and kuai i kind of just winged it based off my own preferences in past appearances!!

more rambling is under the cut about the actual AU :-]

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY ART ON ANY OTHER SOCIAL MEDIA OR CROP THEM FOR ICONS. THANK YOU!

SO I HAVE NOT ACTUALLY DEVELOPED THIS BEYOND SOME OLD SKETCHES I HAD OF KUAI'S DESIGN but i had some general ideas of how this was supposed to work???

the shirai ryu is still alive and well! he's still a family man and very clan oriented. satoshi is still born and grows into his clan's responsibilities, however harumi dies in child birth.

the lin kuei on the other hand is Not Doing Well. they end up getting wiped out during a raid from the shirai ryu and most of kuai's immediate family (whether by choice or blood) ends up going down with them.

prior to this kuai ends up passing after a failed mission to retrieve the map of elements from the shaolin temple in an attempt to prove himself to his clan. (instead of bi-han being the one set on that path, kuai ends up taking the initiative instead WAY before he's ready without anyone's knowledge and ends up dying when met with scorpion.)

most of it is similar how it is in actual canon for how scorpion's story goes. he gets resurrected he pledges loyalty to quan chi in order to get revenge, blah blah blah. mortal kombat happens. the two meet again at some point.

kuai's still on that "you killed my family" juice but its...more so about familial ties (like bi-han and smoke) rather than it being the love(s) of his life (like hanzo's wife and son) , seeing as he died young from his own overzealous nature.

very much has anger issues. he's impatient and has alot shorter of a temper by comparison to scorpion in the original canon. hardly ever humbled until that point lol

hanzo on the other hand is surprisingly more lax. meditates often, drinks alot of tea and while he *IS* stressed he handles it alot better than kuai does. maybe has a problem of ignoring his problems though for the sake of the task at hand.

kuai ends up harassing hanzo alot in this AU even outside of the tournament. he's kind of a bitchy ghost there to remind hanzo of what happened to him and lowkey hanzo guilts over it.

kuai has alot of grim reaper motifs in his design. he carries a scythe made of ice primarily and fights at a more long distance range.

hanzo on the other hand is alot more of an up close brawler. he keeps alot of design traits from mkx with a bit of mk11 sprinkled in for inspiration of his "classic" design.

STILL A PYROMANCER!! i just havent thought out how. he's just regarded with a bit more respect for having those unnatural abilities lol

but yeah this is just me spitballing in bullet points. i'm hoping to make more stuff later that is a bit more...thought out properly but it follows more of like

mk mythologies --> mk9 -> mkx

type of timeline i guess? except hanzo is in bi-han's position and kuai ends up being put in scorpion's. bi-han doesn't really have a place in the AU outside of being a background character and driving motive for kuai's vengeance later on. (though we're not gonna talk about how bi-han's mentality eventually fed into kuai's at a young age and made him come to the conclusions he did before he died.... maybe.)

smoke exists for the sake of painful flashbacks lol

satoshi's also a bg character but he does end up growing up with the shirai ryu and takes on his own share of clan responsibilities. idk whether or not he takes after hanzo's pyromancy or not in this AU but either way he grows up to be a well respected figure in the clan!

alot of stuff outside of this remains the same though, just the lin kuei and shirai ryu's dynamics get swapped.

ANYWAYS YEAH IF YOU READ THRU ALL THIS THANKS FOR READING BYEEEE (i'll be adding to this au more later on when i finish my other sketches lol)

#mortal kombat #au #mortal kombat au #mk #mk1 #mkx #mk11 #mk9 #sub zero #scorpion #kuai liang #hanzo hasashi #roleswap au #subscorp #subscorp roleswap au

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summerwritesfics · 7 months

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🧊An Unexpected Twist

Pairing: None Length: 613 Words Rating: General Warnings: Mortal Kombat 1 timeline, Kuai Liang is Scorpion, Pyromancer!Kuai Liang, Fluff, Power Awakening, Bàba Zero is trying his best

Ice, Ice, Smoke And Fire Masterlist

Notes: Another one I’ve had written up and edited for a while. Ice, Ice, Smoke And Fire is just gonna be a series of silly fluffy oneshots following Bàba Zero (dubbed Sub Zero in this, I’m kinda going with Bi-Han taking the title after Bàba Zero’s death) trying his best… cuz tbh I just want to write the Lin Kuei trio as children getting into trouble and making their dad’s life difficult. I kinda like the idea that Kuai being a pyromancer was a surprise to everyone, hence why he still has an ice related name. I’d also like to say I wrote this before MK1 came out (just after Dominic accidentally dropped that Kuai was Scorpion in that IGN interview), so we didn’t have the intro’s where Bi-Han and Tomas talk about Mama Zero. That said, Kuai never really talks about her, so I’m going with the headcanon that she died when he was still young and he doesn’t have as many memories of her as Bi-Han and Tomas do (I headcanon Tomas is the middle brother). Anyway, enough of me clarifying stuff: enjoy the fluff :)

“Bàba, look what I can do!”

Sub Zero looked up from his paperwork to watch as Kuai Liang ran into the room. He was 6 years old now, around the age where his cryomancy should be starting to come through. He held his breath and smiled, eagerly awaiting to see if indeed Kuai’s cryomancy was finally taking form.

Kuai held his little hands up in the air, his face scrunching up as he did his best to summon his new abilities. Sub Zero didn’t say anything, wanting his son to do this by himself. Finally, there was a small flash, as magic finally erupted from his hands.

Except… that was not ice.

Inside Kuai’s palm was a small flame, flickering away like a lit candle.

“Look! My ice is orange!” Kuai seemed blissfully unaware that what he held in his hand was pretty much the complete opposite of ice.

Sub Zero could only stare in shocked silence, trying to wrack his brain as to some explanation of how this could have happened. His bloodline had been one of cryomancy for generations, and as far as he remembered, his late wife had no inherent magical abilities that could offer an explanation.

“I can also do this,” Kuai announced, quickly turning to his left, and putting the flame directly under the room's curtains.

Unfortunately, Sub Zero had not quite realised what Kuai was about to do until the curtain set ablaze. He scrambled out of the seat, grabbing Kuai around the waist with one arm, while summoning a thick layer of ice to douse the flames. Kuai giggled the entire time, not grasping the danger he’d just posed to them. Despite Sub Zero’s delayed reaction, thankfully the damage was minimal.

Sub Zero let out a relieved breath, before shifting his arms until Kuai was comfortable and in front of him. Kuai clapped his hands in triumph, clearly very proud of himself. Weirdly, Sub Zero was proud of him too, even if he was a menace. Even if this entire debacle raised so many questions.

“Kuai Liang, could you show me again?” He asked gently, wanting to see it one more time, slightly closer up this time. “Cup your hands together, and let the magic flow to them.”

Kuai nodded confidently. He cupped his hands together, that same look of sheer concentration gracing his features. Eventually, the same thing happened again, and there in Kuai’s hands was a flame. Sub Zero smiled, this was in no way something he ever expected, but it was what was happening. He would just have to find a way to help navigate his son through this strange new power.

“Grandmaster!” The door slammed open and Hydro stumbled inside, looking extremely panicked. “We believe we’re under attack, we’ve found fire’s all over the temp-“

He stopped speaking when he noticed the small flame in Kuai Liang’s hands.

“Stand down, Master Hydro,” Sub Zero replied, trying not to laugh. “I suspect the attack came from within and have apprehended the culprit.”

He shot Kuai a glance, and he still looked far too happy with himself.

“I… see…” Hydro sounded as shocked as Sub Zero had been. Still he straightened himself out. “I will… Uh… Go and aid the efforts to fix the damage.”

Hydro bowed to him, before turning to leave. Sub Zero redirected his attention back to Kuai Liang, who had put out the flame and was now looking at his father with bright eyes. The child needed guidance, and even though Sub Zero wasn’t sure he would be enough, he would do everything possible to do so.

No matter what, he would always do his best to support his child.

#mortal kombat #kuai liang #sub zero #scorpion #Baba Zero #🧊ice ice smoke and fire

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fantomette22 · 8 months

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Could you share your thoughts on Logarius? Who do you think he was back in the day, and what of his relationship with the other characters?

Of course!

I didn’t speak about him a lot it’s true, my mutuals who… appreciate a lot more the character, already said lot of things and that’s enough for me generally XD I share a few things here too. It was quite a while ago! But I had a bit more ideas since then.

First have a lil drawing of him!

Now, I think he’s either a pthumerian or half ptumumerians or smt and many of the pthumerians like church servants, the giants in Yharnam etc originate from the same place. His ancestors realized that pthumerians crowning themself leaders instead of the great ones was not a great ideas and only death and suffering happened. Because of this so they decide go get the hell out from Pthumeru a bit before Queen Yharnam show up. (Or when she was here idk) And they didn’t all become crazy and died so cool 👍

One day Laurence, Gehrman and Maria (maybe with other people but those 3 for sure) went to explore some old pthumerians labyrinth/ ruins somewhere in search of the antic « pthumerian pick weapon »(that will become the church pick yeah!) and found some not crazy pthumerians! And Logarius who tried to kick their ass at first XD he was concerned they were here to hurt his clan, he was their leader and defender but thankfully they weren’t there to harm them and managed to communicate.

The lil (and big) pthumerians were really intrigued with the hunters who got old blood in their veins + Gehrman’s burial blade, Laurence who’s a cleric who basically want to bring back the old religion of the great ones (the one they have). Maria’s share ancestors with them and is literally a pyromancer and they can feel it a bit so they were really intrigued (she read them stories too!).

Still, Logarius was a bit reluctant at first but ended up warming and opening up to them. And yes he’s the welder of the famous pick they were looking for! (And yeah basically Laurence evangelize him and his group)

So the young healing church took care of the pthumerians in question (& ended up experimenting on them later on but shhhh) but what changed not to long ago for my headcanon is Logarius relationship with Cainhurst!

In other term they wanted to get in touch with each other lost heritage and work together for a few years!

He did his homework he know Cainhurst branch of the pthumerians line is quite out of the norm😅(or even heretical lmao) but all these wars against both each others were a really long time ago and they share ancestors! So yeah Logarius hang out with them and it actually went well. He had good relationship with most of the noble and even Annalise! (But don’t speak about the Cainhurst’s chalice dungeon expedition where he joined the royal guards, that was a mess XD (it’s just Charles, Vledemyr and Logarius arguing all the time for everything🤣)

But then hm Cainhurst stole the forbidden blood for Byrgenwerth, Annalise got a consort and they decided to go a certain way with the corrupted blood that Logarius didn’t appreciate at all… too reminiscing of what happen with Queen Yharnam and the end of Pthumeru. So yeah he preferred to go with Laurence afterwards and stay with the church.

In the mean the radiance rune was discover etc Years pass mess happened, tension happened, propaganda happen and then Vilebloods & Church began to attack and kill each other. Not clear if it was a misunderstanding or who began. Cainhurst state that a Vileblood killed a blood drunk/ half transformed hunter but the church said that actually it was a perfectly normal human that the Vilebloods murder to get blood… so the executioners began to repressed the « wrong used » of the blood with quite extreme measures too. And well you see how that ended…

I still need to figure if Maria was still around when it happened but in my notes : I have a scene where she stand between knights and church members/executioners because they are to 🤏 this to throw hands (when she’s working at the research hall). A bit later on Maria’s death really didn’t helped on the matters and relationships between the church & Cainhurst declined even faster 💀

(Legit I imagined Cainhurst was like : the bastards they kill her! » and wanted to go send smn to kick some ass, even poor gehrman had to send a letter confirming she killed herself and they could talk about it if they needed more details & recover some of her stuff. Hell Lawrence write the « official letter » to them and he felt so horrible doing it… he really push himself because it would have been worst if the info was leak and if it was not him who informed them of it. He knew they wouldn’t take it well in all cases…it pained him at the time..)

But really I am conflicted with Logarius being either quite a crazy psycho at the point of the Cainhurst massacre (bro literally bath in Vilebloods blood depending the translation like wtf and could have killed children ahhhh) and actually « it’s for the greater good » but worst and than Laurence.

Basically Alfred loosing it but always calm and composed. So not like Alfred loosing it. But could maybe do the same thing (that mean crushing people. But not laughing like a maniac? Oh idk…)

Also the bastard! You see how Cainhurst seem to have been taken by surprised? (How did they get in it’s a freaking fortress?!) Well I don’t have the detailed yet but I guess they invited Logarius to reconcile/peace or they didn’t know he was the LEADER of the executioners but he went to found some secret paths for later or literally open the gates with a few infiltrated persons to everyone else 💀 yeah a total mess.

Also he killed my Cainhurst OCs!!!!! (Yes with his own hands!! Not telling who… for now T_T) Sorry I am emotional just thinking about it ;-; … 😭 hgifbfFHNIhfnvvir WHY

Ok sorry to have sidetrack now Logarius and his relationships with others 🤔 Sorry not gonna be super develop I didn’t thought about it too much.

Well first Logarius and Laurence. I guess he kinda simp- I mean he’s really devoted to Laurence even if our dear Vicar can’t really hold him back his impulsivity… still it’s hm useful at times. But yeah I guess it’s a strong relationship and besides the other executioners the one who mean a lot for Logarius.

Gehrman used to trained and teach stuff on the chalice dungeons to Logarius so they used to have a good relationship. Until after Maria’s death where Gehrman never really move on. Even if the old hunters didn’t agree with the all the Vilebloods ways of doing things he sure dislike more the stuff the executioners were doing. That create some tension and if Gehrman wasn’t « Laurence old friend » he would have been in serious trouble. Well he save lil bloody crow back in the day (the kid was wondering into town and went in front of some executioners or smt 🙄 yeah my friend inspire me for this) and you know he wouldn’t mind repairing Cainhurst weapons ahahah + know to make the difference between people… unlike some…

I guess Logarius & Ludwig had quite a camaraderie perhaps? Idk didn’t really thought of it.

Didn’t really though much of his relationship with Maria I guess it was mostly positive until he began to have a really close minded view on Cainhurst. Maria dislike many things on Cainhurst but she always hate when people can’t make the difference between people and insult every citizens of Cainhurst and her family/roots without distinctions.

Ans I supposed he meet Caryll and the scholars (Mico, Rom etc), for the runes yes but also how pthumerians were, to share history cultural stuff idk

I guess there’s his complicate relationships with Annalise and the rest of Cainhurst, Vilebloods & Maria family… really pass from « this people are my closet « relatives » I guess we could even become family! » To well freaking genocide them 💀

(Ok my friend inspire me again) yeah maybe 5 people/hundred wish he could besides be a good consort or smt lmao XD Logarius : hm idk I will think of it but I wish to be devoted more to religious you see 🤔 and it’s a lot of responsibility too Annalise : not really thrilled by the idea

And to finish I guess his relationship with other pthumerians could be interesting too 🤔 but I didn’t thought of it much.

Oh he created the wheel weapons too. Why idk but pretty violent. It had similar magic to what the old family of executioners of Cainhurst used (see executioners gloves) The king consort family cough cough. (Yeah Logarius' clan is linked with their ancestry too).

And well that’s it for now. Hope that was ok! Logarius is quite interesting actually and it’s quite a shame we don’t know more. But hey my brain isn’t super fixated on him not like 2-3 of my mutuals lol XD so I don’t mind that much I guess. Plus with what he did euhhh yeah can’t really « like him » like I love some characters.

But yeah cool boss fight XD I hate it at first he was so hard! (Really the way to go to him is so annoying why ahhhh) but on my ng+ 2 tries! So it’s ok now ^^

Leaving you on the great bloodborne quote :"Acts of goodness are not always wise, and acts of evil are not always foolish. But regardless. We shall always strive to be good."

#bloodborne #bloodborne headcanons #martyr logarius #my asks #anon asks #bloodborne logarius #yeah I had to speak about the timeline in globally oops #also my next ask on cainhurst king could be a bit complementary so cool!#my art #fantomette22art

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cienie-isengardu · 4 months

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To be honest some parents might not get it right away that their precious toddler isn't gonna immediately fall in love with the baby(some people really just want to avoid the whole jealous nonsense by doing this or just hope they'll magically bond).

I imagine after the first failed attempt at getting Bi-Han to bond with him they kind of just waited for Bi-Han to come to the baby rather than vice versa.

This yielded much better results mainly because I imagine when you aren't forcing him to be around someone Bi-Han will just naturally get curious and figure the baby is important on his own and try getting close on his own terms.

Tht is true that some parents may not have an idea how to deal with atypical child, however we aren’t talking about a random family but one that is strongly tied to cryomancy, both in original and current timeline. Considering how out of 3 cryomancers presented in games, two share similar abrasive nature (Bi-Han & Frost) and how Sub-Zero brothers had at least one cryomancer parent in old lore while now they may be part of even bigger family, I’m willing to give benefit of doubt to their parents about avoiding such mistake(s) in the first place and letting Bi-Han figure his feelings for baby brother on his own speed. Which, like you said, yields much better results.

(Also, isn’t a toddler too young to expect to fall in love with a newborn baby? Or it is just me?)

Frankly, considering that in MK1 Kuai Liang was born as a pyromancer, I feel his parents, especially if both were cryomancers or if they were excepting their youngest son to have the same ice powers and/or be emotionally stunted like Bi-Han, would be more troubled by Kuai Liang behavior than Bi-Han’s, as something out of their comfortable norms 🤣

#mortal kombat #my replies #bi han #sub zero #kuai liang #just imagine being born as pyromancer in otherwise ice powered family #🤣#no wonder kuai liang and tomas stick together

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lmelodie · 3 months

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Familiar Territory

BlackIce for Valentines Day!!! LET'S GOOO! A few years after Chance and Choice, BlackIce being back together for a hot second by this point.

I'm gonna be so fr, this little one shot has made me realize that I maybe don't know how to write fluff for these bitches?? It was harder than I thought it would be! There are other more fluffy concepts in my wips but this one has a lot more substance.

Oh, also y'all remember Ryder from this little doodle dump? The Mermaid? His character got overhauled and his name is Rowan now lol.

Bonus doodle at the very end, ENJOY!

Anyone from the magical realms will tell you, with varying levels of jealousy, that there are plenty of places that a magical being can roam about freely amongst human kind with minimal or even no cloaking involved. One of these being New York City, wherein everyone seems at least a little bit off kilter or odd in a way that blends everyone together in their strangeness. So realistically in the height of the Christmas season, no one would ever notice, or at least look twice at a very seasonally appropriate man in a blue suit in the midst of an otherwise normal group of friends.

"Join us! Join us! JOIN US!" Lucy’s chants fade into and then quickly out of earshot to Killian as her and Jack skate by yet another time on their route around the rink. She turns around on her skates and holds onto Jack’s shoulder so he can keep pulling her along as she waves down her fellow redhead as they go for another lap around.

She shouted the same thing to him for the last five laps and just like those other times he paid her no mind, glued to his chain smoking spot leaning against a nearby column.

The ambience of the Winter Village rink during Christmas on the edge of dusk was the pinnacle of experiencing the Christmas spirit that particular day. Even in her early twenties her enthusiasm for such things has never wavered, bouncing off the walls all day and Jack, Killian and Rowan were all subject to her special brand of holiday energy. Which includes her insisting that Killian should get out on the ice with them.

He only showed up maybe an hour ago, knowing that Jack was somewhere in the city, but he overlooked the inevitable presence of his emotional support dormouse and her new squeeze. So the boogeyman patiently waits for them to finish off on the side of the rink, watching her spin back around to take Jack’s arm for the casual stroll. His presence unassumingly creates a breach of space in the crowd of civilians around him who fear to approach him any further for reasons they themselves cannot articulate.

“Behind you!” Rowan shouts out to the pair as he quickly catches up to them on their rotation.

A curiously out of sorts human pyromancer that swept the young woman off her feet about 6 months ago. The whole met in college love story between a wizard and a sorceress with the stack of dropped books that he offered to help her with and everything. A rigamarole of horrible cliches that they've been enjoying to no end.

He quickly catches up to the pair and crashes into Lucy from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist and pushing her forward and away from Jack as they slow to a stop further ahead. She chuckles in good spirits with him all the same.

“How'd I do?” Rowan asks through gasps of air as he brushes back the brown shaggy hair from his face.

Lucy rolls up the sleeve on her overcoat to check her watch, “Fifteen laps around in…forty five minutes.”

"What!? Oh come on! I was really pushing it too,” he chuckles breathlessly.

“That's not a bad time at all! I don't think.”

"Eh. I've seen faster," Jack interjects as he quickly passes them by.

“Nobody asked you,” she shouts after him, quickly tilting her head up to Rowan. “Don't listen to him, your time was fine. If it's any consolation you were fast in my heart.”

Rowan snickers, “That doesn't even make sense.”

“It does so! Physics works differently in my heart. And what makes even more sense is getting a cocoa break,” she can feel her date dropping his arms from her waist as she takes his hand and pulls him along. “Keeping warm is important when someone likes to bite peoples fingers!”

Jack turns over his shoulder at the call out as they catch back up to him, “Excuse me? You've got the wrong guy here. I've worked hard to scrub that reputation clean ya know, and you're over here dragging my name back through the mud again. If you're looking for a finger biter, look at him.”

He vaguely gestures to Killian on the sidelines as the three of them complete the last lap and skate back up to the gate they entered at. Jack watches Lucy and Rowan exit the rink while he lingers behind on the ice and throws his elbows on the ledge. On cue, Killian throws the half burnt cigarette onto the floor and snuffs it out with boot, throwing his hands into his pockets to stroll over to where Jack has stopped.

“Your turn,” he says with a smug grin.

He rolls his eyes, “Absolutely not.”

“Why? Because you know you can't do it?”

“Yeah, actually. So what,” Killian shifts his weight slightly over to stand a fraction closer to the open gateway to the rink, the throngs of people moving about around him also move accordingly.

“So, I've been trying to teach you how for sky knows how long. It's your own fault you don't know.”

“None of that has been teaching, it was sabotaging,” he provides a ghost of a smile, “It's not a skill I need to know. There has never been a time where skating on the ice has ever been useful to me.”

“Says who?” Jack replies, “Who's to say it won't come in handy in the knick of time one of these days?”

“Me. That's never gonna happen so I don't need to learn.”

Jack gets an idea. Well, Jack had the idea ever since Killian showed up and has been simmering this entire time. It's the same idea he always has in locations and circumstances like these.

“Mhm, right. So why are you here exactly?” he asks with an air of feigned innocence.

Killian sighs, “Because I actually wanna do something fun for a change.”

“What, you're telling me that small children face planting onto the ice isn't fun?”

Killian looks out onto the ice with a small chuckle to see if any such occurrences would make themselves loudly known, “Oh don't get me wrong, that's always funny. Especially if you get a few right after the other in a stupid little domino effect. Or if all of them go down at once at the same time.”

Jack snorts in choking back a laugh, “Exactly. And I'm sure it would be a lot funnier from a better vantage point,” He says, motioning to the open gate.

Kills shakes his head, “Hah, nice try, but not in your immortal life. Now let's blow this ice cube stand and go west, I want a front row seat when the 405 gets backed up and wrecked from a freak blizzard.”

The marginally threatening tone and that one specific look was practically designed to catch a Yes as an answer, as the prospect was something they did often in the last couple years. Jack makes it seem he’s got him hook, line and sinker.

“Fine. I guess I can squeeze that into my very busy schedule—,” Jack pauses as he takes one foot off the ice, looking around the immediate vicinity before grabbing Killians arm with both hands, “—later!”

In one fell swoop Jack pulls Killian out onto the ice with subtle wisps of blue magic forming under his boots with each step to make blades of ice. A couple of sharp swears are heard as he clumsily stumbles into the rink, nearly slipping and falling at least twenty times in quick succession, forced to grab onto Jack as his only form of stability. He quickly comes to an unsteady stop, far enough away from the gate so he can't backtrack too easily and practically clings to Jack out of necessity, holding his breath.

Jack on the other hand keeps both of their weight steady by holding onto his upper arms with the biggest, shit eating smirk on his face. He lets him adjust his balance slightly as he lets the moment simmer for half a second, savoring it.

“Need help?” he finally says.

Killian's face uncharacteristically flushes, “No...! And fuck you!”

Jack can’t help but snicker while trying to help him stand up straighter and actually get moving somewhat, which his body language vehemently disagrees with and actively fights him against, “I just can't believe that after nearly two thousand years you still fall for it. Everytime. Truly amazing, have I ever told you how incredible you are?”

“Shut up! I’ll fucking kill you,” Killian grumbles, nearly sputters, tightening his grip on arms when his feet wobble a bit, “You are going to pay for this later, I swear to god.”

“Hm, promise?”

This actually earns a tiny laugh from him, but also gains a more menacing look, “You’d like that wouldn't you. Your just so fucking lucky that there’s so many people hERE—!”

Lucy and Rowan seated themselves on a nearby bench to watch Killian nearly fall again, each having their own cup of fresh cocoa. Lucy stretches and waves one of her arms in the air to catch their attention, “You're doing great Kills!”

“Lucy, I will break BOTH of your legs!”

Killian doesn't turn back but Jack looks directly at her with that same smug grin and a casual two finger salute to her as Killlian tries to steady himself again, clearly enjoying every precious second, knowing that it is a passing moment of superiority.

Lucy pays his threat no mind, Rowan beside her giving the two a more worried look for her safety as they survey the pair on the ice, their relative peace quickly devolves into their usual petty arguing about how Killian was only making things worse and Jack telling him to stop moving so much. This, turning a few heads of the other skaters that stay far, far away from the duo.

Rowan turns back to Lucy, giving a quick glance to her mug before pulling out his wand from an inside coat pocket. He brings the amber tip to trace the rim of the cup with a very soft glow, summoning trails of golden magic to follow its path and dip into the hot chocolate with fading sparkle and seeping the enchantment into the drink, making sure it stays at a perfectly hot temperature.

“You're almost as bad as him,” she softly smiles and brings the cup to her mouth, “you're not supposed to use magic out and about ya know.”

“It's not magic, it's…a prop,” he casually tries to excuse. “There's a Harry Potter store like, an hour away, it's fine. I just hate that the drinks get cold so fast.”

“Thanks,” her posture relaxes when taking another sip and leaning her head on his shoulder.

Rowan, while getting more used to it, still blushes slightly when she leans against him. He intuitively puts his free arm around her shoulder as they watch Killian struggle on the ice, with Jack trying not to laugh too hard at him. Lucy continues to egg him on from the sidelines with returned threats on her life, both her and Jack taking varying levels of enjoyment in his struggle for very different reasons.

#digital art #musings #CC #the santa clause #the santa clause 3 #BlackIce #jack frost #Lucy Miller #OC #its so hard to write fluff for these bitches!#impossible to think they DONT suffer in any given scenario

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drawingpad-studios · 10 months

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Character Ideas that may or may not appear in any of my stories:

(this is so I can just jot some ideas down because my memory can be like trying to pick up soft half melted butter in one piece while standing in the middle of a very wet floor. If I do happen to use any of these, there might be some alterations [except for the first one, because I think it's kinda funny])

A Fashionista that specializes in hats, that's a hidden Mad Hatter...... Who is also a pyromancer with fireworks (Unpredictability with things that go boom, what can go wrong?)

A kind really old man who just wants to live a simple calm life with his adopted young child of a different species on a farm, despite the curse that was put on him long ago that made him not have memories from when he was a young adult till a few years of his current age

A child from a cyborg alien race that was separated from the rest when the species got to earth/another planet, unable to receive the current updates of the species, that gets taken in by someone who gives the child their own updates

Ruler of a vicious species, that still acts like they has control of her runt child after kicking them pit

A vengeful person, who was on set to become the next ruler of their realm until they get married and their spouse took their crown and power, that wants to get revenge on their spouse even if that means risking their own life

Alien space cruise ship captain, who had previously abandoned their ship as it was crashing, coming back to regain "their" ship

A nomad musician, who just wants to travel and play his music for his fans, forced to leave the nomad life due to old age. that also happens to have the same curse as the old farmer man

A DJ who has a glitch in the helmet they wear, that let's the person that made the glitch mind control them and make them unable to take the helmet off

A crew that has members of different alien species, that are always bickering but somehow keep peace between each other, especially when some are from species that attack each other by nature

#character ideas #empty heads leads to losing ideas

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thatonebirbnerd · 2 years

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"Steady, Áedh. Steady."

"I'm trying, sir."

A small sylvari with a low, raspy voice speaks through gritted teeth to a Flame Legion charr. Both their bodies course with flame: the charr's rests within his heart, easily visible through bare skin. The sylvari's - Áedh's - is restless and wild, straining to escape from the singed roots on his head and a wedge of loose bark on his right cheek. He is visibly tense and terrified.

"Keep drawing it in - just like we practiced. Fire is easier to control if you let it live within you."

Áedh doesn't respond. His breathing is heavy, and he's desperately trying to focus. His body ripples with heat.

"I did this, every Flame shaman like me did it. I don't know how well this works with a sylvari, but we have to try..." The charr is trying to be reassuring; it doesn't seem to be working.

"Dacius, please - if it takes over again -"

Struggling to speak, Áedh braces himself against a tent pole. Memories flash through his mind, each one a fresh wave of relived fear and rage.

A familiar, searing pain surges upward from his hands and feet, and fire ripples out, cracking the bark above it into loosened shreds. It threatens to spread further, but the damage stops at his elbows and knees.

"Oh, no. Medic? Do we have a medic here? Áedh, are you-"

The sylvari whimpers. He knows what comes next. Years later, his body still bears the scars.

The heat reaches Áedh's face, and his eyes glow; a lick of flame nestles itself into his cheek, split and twisted long ago. He cries, a ragged cry -

And then, nothing. The fire doesn't overtake him, the way he thought it would - the way it did once.

"Áedh! I brought - oh, wow."

Áedh looks up at Dacius, wide-eyed, his breaths still shallow.

"I... I think you got it. Didn't end up in all the usual spots, but it's a part of you now. It can't hurt you anymore. I promise."

The flame in the sylvari's cheek drifts upward, obscuring his right eye. It seems to have taken root within him, rather than continuing to burn into his eye socket. He lets go of the pole, trembling but able to stand now, and looks down forlornly at his wrists.

Dacius continues. "I can only imagine what's going through your head. I'm not so good at comforting people - charr aren't big on it, and Flame Legion... ha."

Áedh looks up again, smiling a little and chuckling hoarsely.

"But if you need anything... just ask, in whatever way you can, alright?"

The sylvari hesitates for a moment, then reaches out with one hand. Dacius holds it in his paw, carefully so as not to break anything - fire makes wood brittle, after all. Then Áedh pulls toward Dacius, who kneels down to let the young elementalist's head rest on his thinly furred shoulder.

Áedh sheds no tears - they burnt away long ago - but he sobs, exhausted and relieved.

"What will they..." he whispers.

"It's not as gnarly as you think," says Dacius. "Look - the fire is dying down already. It hasn't changed that much. And I have to say, your face -"

Áedh flinches...

"- looks really, really cool like this. It's like the fire was supposed to be there all along."

...then relaxes. He wraps himself around Dacius in as much of a hug as he can muster, considering their sheer difference in size.

Such a leap of progress for a pyromancer is not an average day for Dacius, who is also even less used to hugs than he is to comforting anyone, so perhaps he will take this with him for a while to come. He might even recall it as "that time I figured out that holding someone very small feels nice."

But Áedh will always remember this as the moment he began to conquer his past and his fears. For him, it's a new beginning.

#guild wars 2 #gw2 #sylvari #aedh the blackened #local tree man needs therapy but hugs are good too - more at 11 #kestrel writes #btw thanks tumblr for massively improving the image post experience #long post #(sorry!)

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sparrow-orion-writes · 1 year

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Fine By Me

written for @flashfictionfridayofficial

Character from Cardinal Sins.

Warning: This writing contains the themes of manipulation, lack of boundaries, domestic abuse and violence. If you feel this work may affect you or your mental health, please do not read.

Roman has always been a bit of a pushover.

Ever since he was young - some sort of broken survival instinct, he'd assumed - "fine by me," he'd say.

It was very rarely fine by him.

At first it was family things; "yeah, that's fine," he'd say, being dragged along to something where he'd feel visciously uncomfortable. He'd find himself picking at a sense of insecurity that would tend to unravel all around him halfway through some dinner or party, where everyone seemed fine, but him.

He hated social gatherings as a kid. He hated family in general. They were too nosy, wanting to know what he wanted to be when he grows up, then what he was studying, until inevitably "how come you haven't had a girlfriend yet?"

'Well, aunt Jemima, not that it's any of your business, but I'm currently discovering I am a flaming homosexual.'

As if he'd ever needed more reasons to feel like an outcast in his family.

All the questions were full of the real thinly-veiled curiousity. That is, the curiosity that was him. The boy that was left on a doorstep as an infant, sick and blue with the cold. The boy that dropped out of the sky.

That was all he ever was to them. Nothing he did after that - of which he'd had no control over - had ever mattered to any of them. They just wanted to see the family member that appeared out of nowhere, abandoned in the cold.

"Fine by me," he uttered, through a toothy smile that his father, wearily, knew was entirely fake. For the sake of him, really, he endured the bullshit their family put him through.

Thankfully, towards being seventeen, his father stopped asking. Roman never asked why, he assumed because most of the other teenagers stopped going too.

But as an adult, it stayed. "Fine by me," he said, to everything his friends asked of him. Help them move. Support them through a break up. Be their emotional support 24/7. Get abandoned in a club by them at 3am. He never learned how to say no. Some part of him was as scared of saying it as he was of hearing it.

When he was twenty years old and in the first forays of a real, passionate, furious romance, he still hadn't learned the word no.

It's always a dangerous game to play, stepping into a relationship with no boundaries.

He said it was fine, when he knew his boyfriend was lying. It was fine when he told him he did things that he knew he didn't. It was okay when he started to question every action that he did, when he felt he was walking on eggshells.

The bruises were fine. The scars were nothing to worry about.

Because that was Roman, it was just always fine by him.

CS taglist:

@gabe-killed-me-with-ace-cream

@careful-pyromancer

@hghrules

#And then Aspen fully kicked that dudes ass #Because he deserved i #I love Roman #unedited #short story #drabble #(?)#my writing

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strangetownenjoyer · 9 months

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Strangetown tales. Part 1. Loner.

As a true investigator, Ajay Loner possesses an analytic mind. To pass his free time, he finds solace in counting the grains of sand in his backyard.

That day he was hired by Mortimer Goth, one of the most influential people in SimCity. Once a thriving researcher and a happy family man, Mortimer now found himself as just old, desperate and consumed by the mystery of his wife's disappearance.

Cass: "People say she has been seen in Strangetown! By the way, Dina, you and your sister are originally from there, right?"

Dina(worried): "What? I have no idea what are you talking about. Me and Nina were born in Barnacle Bay!"

The blond's answer piqued Ajay's interest; there was something suspicious in it. He decided to ponder it later, after he had a chance to interrogate the only witness.

Ajay: "So, here is supposed to be the hypothetic crime scene?"

Don: "There hasn't been any crime! We were only stargazing, and the only thing I remember is the fleshlight before fainting... I'm not a criminal; I am the victim!"

Ajay: "Please, let me determine who is who."

Later he discovered that Don is getting married to Cassandra Goth, the daughter of a disappeared woman. The blond from Barnacle Bay who he had seen at the Goth's house, is her sister-in-law. Recently widowed, she had an affair with the young man, and her twin Nina Caliente was Lotario's first love.

Fed up with gossip, Ajay decides to move to Strangetown, as he had heard rumours that a woman matching Mortimer's wife's description had been spotted there. This mysterious woman was said to be elegant and athletic, with black hair, and always dressed in red, her favourite colour.

The first person he met in Strangetown was a beautiful lady named Jenny Smith. Her warm smile and friendly demeanour immediately put Ajay at ease.

Ms Smith: "You'll like my family! We enjoy meeting new people and entertaining guests, my husband also is the best at barbecues! Bthw which colour do you prefer? I like green, I think it matches my eyes, isn't it?"

As Ajay spent more time with Ms Smith, they became friends, and she invited him for dinner at her charming home.

Jenny: "Oh, dear, come in, so I'll introduce you to my husband and our children! There are also my nieces tonight."

Ajay still couldn't accept what he saw: almost everybody in this household was green, including Mr. Smith, and the young women all had black eyes. He couldn't even imagine meeting aliens in real life! It was even stranger that he found one of the sisters really attractive, the one with black hair.

Lola: "Nice to meet you, I'm Lola! And this is my twin, Chloe. Welcome to Strangetown!"

As the evening progressed, Jenny began to share amusing stories about her children. She mentioned that her son Johnny looked like a calamari when he was born, eliciting laughter from everyone at the table.

Jenny: "Oh, yes, Johnny was the funniest little thing! When he was born, his arms and legs were all curled up like a tiny calamari. It was quite a sight!"

The conversation then shifted to another family member, Jill.

Ms Smith: "And this is my daughter, Jill. She's a pyromancer, you know. Always had a fascination with fire since she was little."

Ajay was taken aback by the revelation that Jill had a unique talent for manipulating fire. It seemed like the Smith family was full of surprises, each member possessing their own quirks and extraordinary abilities.

Throughout the night, Ajay felt more and more intrigued by this peculiar household. The Smiths were not your average family, and Strangetown was certainly living up to its name. With each new piece of information he discovered, Ajay's curiosity grew, and he couldn't help but wonder what other mysteries this town held.

Little did he know that his encounter with the Smiths and their intriguing abilities would lead him on a journey far beyond his imagination. As he continued his investigation in Strangetown, he would delve deeper into the enigmatic lives of its residents, unearthing secrets that would challenge his understanding of reality and forever change the course of his life.

#strangetown #simblr #the sims 2 gameplay #ts2 #ts2 simblr #sims 2 premades #sims 2 #ajay loner #sims 2 psp #jenny smith #jill smith #johnny smith #lola curious #chloe curious #strangetowntales

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autumnalwalker · 1 year

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Find the Word tag game

Thank you for the tag, @fearofahumanplanet.

My assigned words are sense/sensation, chaos, crowd, wide/width, and dense/density.

A slightly hilarious coincidence given that I just established in the last "Find the Word" game that "chaos" is somehow not yet within my written body of work. Alas, I fear I will need to skip that one. I'll make up for it by hitting all the variants too.

Passing the tag on to @monstrousfreedom, @kaiusvnoir, @careful-pyromancer, and @junypr-camus

Your words shall be: awkward, waiting, water, & tree

Excerpts below the "Keep reading" line.

Sense:

Apparently it is traditional for archivists to know the stories in the library well enough to tell them as entertainment at whatever gathering they happen to be at. Having mostly just been skimming as many books as possible for organizational purposes so far I wasn’t really familiar enough with their contents to recite them on the spot like this. But my outsider status afforded me a unique advantage. While I couldn’t remember much at all of history, whether my own or my world’s, I could still remember a number of works of fiction.

And so after a moment of consideration I launched into a (heavily abridged) retelling of a classic. A story of a man from a quiet village much like this one who was invited out on an adventure to recover stolen treasure from a dragon and found a magic ring along the way. I was hesitant and awkward at first, neither confident in performing in front of others nor in my ability to do the story justice, but as I went on I got more and more into it (even if I had to make up names for characters I didn’t remember). It’s funny, I have this sense of a memory of being averse to speaking because I dislike the sound of my own voice, but I didn’t feel that at all last night. Or since I’ve been here for that matter.

I’m glad to say it went over well. Strangely, Marva had memories of her grandfather telling that same story when she was young, albeit with some differences in the details. Perhaps a previous outsider told it as well? It was, as I said, a classic. Abridged as the story was though, it was still a long one and by its conclusion it was well into the night and we were all tired. Not that that stopped the kids from asking for an encore, although I suspect it had more to do with not wanting to go to bed than with my storytelling talents.

Sensation:

��What are you doing?” Ashan asks.

“Opening this the fast way,” Eris says while staring at her hands and tracing the glyphs on the left glove with one finger. Back of the hand then the palm. “Get back.”

“But this ward is only partially undone. Unstable as it is -”

“It will make what I’m about to do that much easier.” The corner of her mouth twitches up in anticipation while she traces the right glove’s glyphs. “So thanks for that, but get back. There might be some backlash.”

Eris claps her hands together and twin jolts run through her palms and up her arms to meet at the base of her neck. She throws her head back involuntarily at the shock and bares her teeth in an expression closer to grin than grimace than it should be. The initial sensation fades as she lowers her gaze to look at the shelf in front of her but her hands are tingling now and will be until she takes off the gloves.

Crowd:

“I hate anime,” Ashan grumbles to himself for the second time that day.

No, that was not quite fair. He had some vague recollection of enjoying some show or another as a child. What was it called again? Something with magic cards and a girl on roller skates. An interesting concept for quick casting of spells, but unlikely to be practical with its reliance on bound spirits. There was also the one with the talking hamsters. That one had been fun.

Perhaps it is not so much anime itself as anime conventions that bother him. Even after being back on the world of his birth for a few years now, he is still not used to the sheer density of the crowds. And the novelty of convention goers stopping to ask him who he is supposed to be wears thin quickly. Even worse are the ones who mistake him for a favorite character and ask for a picture. And while he is used to being mistaken for a woman - and even finds amusement in it so long as the mistake is not repeated after correction - the well-intended compliments mistaking his white robes for a dress are beginning to test his patience.

All that is secondary though to the fact that such concentrated escapism and suspension of disbelief makes for a Masquerade breach waiting to happen. Coupled with the sheer number of cosplayers making it easy for outsiders to blend in, it was no wonder that there is nearly always an incident at these events.

Wide:

As we rounded that curve the cave opened up around us into a truly massive cavern. Clusters of glowing crystals grew from floor, walls, and ceiling alike, ranging from barely finger-sized to huge, angled, floor-to-ceiling columns wide enough to fit a person inside. The colors varied in much the same proportions I’d noticed coming from windows in the Village at night; mostly blues and magentas, with the occasional green, and more rarely yellow and orange. What I hadn’t expected was for much of the cavern floor to be given over to scattered pools of water. Most were fairly small and shallow, but a few were easily big enough to swim in. Daianna advised us not to. And not to drink from the pools either as it tends to make people sick. All of these pools were lined with crystals at the bottom and the scattered clusters seemed to be more dense around their edges. It was markedly cooler down here than up on the surface yet just as humid, a combination that gave a bit of a chill. Curiously for such a wet cave there were no stalactites or stalagmites, but there were crystal growths in analogous formations here and there.

Daianna, in the lead now that there wasn’t brush for Butat to clear, continued to take us further and further in until we reached what could only be called an underground lake, wide and deep enough that the light from its far depths was faint. Here she instructed us to unload the crystals we’d brought and toss them into the water. This was something of a surprise to me. I’d been expecting to find a pile of previously deposited crystals that had “recharged” that we’d be collecting and replacing with a dun pile. Instead, Daianna explained that the lightless ones we’d brought would dissolve over time in the water, providing material for new growths. And it was those new growths we’d be collecting.

Width:

The rocky coastline makes for a significantly bumpier drive than the commute from the manor to the estate’s forest. Less bumpy though than Ashan would have expected from riding in the open flat back of a brake carriage drawn by a pair of roughly horse-shaped constructs. It seems that the late sorceress Bridgewood had preferred the transportation modes of her youth to modern vehicles and left her estate furnished accordingly. Had she personally built and enchanted this vehicle? Being her work would explain how it had managed to fit itself through the trunk of a tree half its width, and perhaps even how they had remained upright when emerging vertically from the floorboards of a ruined cabin in the middle of this ice and lichen-strewn wilderness.

The personal transport of one of the most powerful mages of the past century across multiple worlds and now he was riding in it. The thrill of the thought sends a shiver down Ashan’s spine. Or maybe that was a regular shiver. Road had not exaggerated about the cold. Given the ice floating in the water in the summer, he guesses that they’re somewhere near the Arctic Circle, if not above it. And while the air might not technically be freezing the wind made it feel that way, even with the enchantments sewn into his robes. At least they seem to have arrived during a lull in the storm.

Dense:

The docking point was another protruding cliff, much like Siren Overlook. Similar enough to make me wonder if both of them were artificial. This one however was overgrown with creeping vines and broadleaf ferns. (They looked like ferns to me anyway.) There was another matching arch here as well, but it had collapsed and shattered, now easy to miss except as raised blocky patches of greenery.

This rampant growth stopped as it met the treeline at the landward end of the cliff. Gazing into that forest was more like peering into the mouth of a cave. Little grew from the ground other than the great trees. Each of them was nearly big enough around at the base to fit my cabin inside, and it easily could have fit in the spaces between them with room to spare. I wouldn’t have expected such tall trees to be able to stand with expansive branches, yet up at the edge of our lantern light we could make out the bottom of the canopy and the branches of the trees tangled together with their neighbors in a dense web. A web that helps them hold one another aloft perhaps? But certainly a web that catches the sun. It would not surprise me if the forest floor is as dark at noon as it was while we were there.

As much as Cass wanted to, we did not walk beneath those branches this night.

Density:

Eyes darting to my periphery, I caught sight of the nature sprite walking beside me in lockstep. The sound was not truly a tapping at all but a clicking, a clacking, a clattering. The noise of jaws housing wooden fangs barely opening and then snapping back shut in time to an incessant beat.

As the creature of the woods became aware of my awareness, it stopped walking, although the sound continued unabated. The opening in the trees to Siren Overlook in sight, I took a few more steps before turning around to face my companion.

I’d rarely seen this being by daylight, and even now it was backing into the shade of the trees at the edge of the path, eyes aglow under its cloak of leaves, branching antlers curiously uncaught on the jungle density, and gnarled wooden hand outstretched, beckoning. There was a rust red stain on those fingers that had not been there before. Around the mouth as well, creating a mockery of lips.

This was an invitation. An entreaty to turn back. An offer to follow into the woods. To abandon my worries and cares, my fears and anxiety. To lose myself in the rhythm of the hunt. To become something else. To run frumious through the jungle with jaws that bite and claws that catch. To let the song fill me until I am more it than me.

#tag game #find the word tag #writeblr #my writing #The Archivist's Journal #Empty Names #Fun fact: “dense” and “density” actually showed up in two of the other snippets that I'd pulled for different words.

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danco110 · 2 years

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Chandra loosed a furious shout, and the rebels followed suit. Soon everyone present was overcome with revolutionary fervor, with the exception of one young partisan who approached the pyromancer to ask her a question.

“Uh, Miss Nalaar?”

Chandra sighed at the young man. “It’s just Chandra.”

“R-Right. Chandra. Uh…does your hair really catch on fire when you…?”

“So you noticed that, huh?” The planeswalker performed a quick twirl, causing her incandescent hair to give off sparks as it moved. “Yeah, it’s pretty cool, huh?”

“Do you think you would still catch fire if you…shaved your head?”

Caught off-guard by the question, Chandra’s answer was a mix between an amused snort and an offended scoff. After some deliberation, she settled on the scoff, and stared down her nose at the rebel.

“Okay, this one doesn’t get to talk to me anymore.”

Oblivious to the order, the partisan plodded ahead. “Oh, but what if you- Ow! Hey! What gives?”

The man dragging the rebel away by his ear glared daggers at him. “Man, I told you not to ask her that!”

As the two fighters disappeared into the crowd, the rest of the Gatewatch drew close to Chandra as the pyromancer tapped her chin, now lost in deep thought.

“Chandra? What was that guy asking about?” Nissa waved a hesitant hand in front of Chandra’s face. “Chandra?”

“…Shave my head, huh…?”

[Chandra seems like the type to shave her head just to see if it would still catch fire when she goes flame on.]

#mtg #magic the gathering #kaladesh #story bites

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commander-gloryforge · 2 years

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I really like Jue, and their armour and colour scheme, and that big hammer. Tell me more about them. I know you said they're a work in progress, but I want to see more photos and hear more.

thank you sm for asking about jue omg! theyre very dear to me since ive had them for a looong long time <3

ive got their story down relatively well, though their personality isnt the most consistent yet and there are a bunch of things here and there i havent really figured out </3

jue basically was disowned by their own family for not being able to use magic like the rest of the family did, and instead turned to become a scientist. but i guess mixing various toxic chemicals, a love for explosions and hatred for the family that one was abandoned by can create an interesting personality, and certainly a lack of morality.

jue is technically of krytan nobility, born as julia flame. the flame family has fire running through their veins, quite literally. theyre a family of pyromancers, controlling the element of fire, some of them even having power over all elements, making them elementalists.

not jue though. they werent born with all that arcane magic (unlike their older sister, whos probably one of the most skilled elementalists of the family), they werent born with... any kind of magical knowlege. no matter how much her family tried to teach fire spells, or any magic for that matter, jue just couldnt do it.

so, the second child of the flame family was forgotten. in secret, jue was given to another "family member", an aunt of jue that had met a similar fate, though instead of not being able to ever learn any magic, she had become a necromancer instead (what a scandal!). jues aunt was bitter towards her former "family", but loving to her new child. violett, their bigger sister, would still visit them in secret, playing with them, bringing expensive gifts. it was a loving relationship between them that would however fade as the two grew older, and violetts visits stopped.

jue may not have inherited the fire magic of her family, but certainly the fascination of flames. jue didnt need magic to play with fire. they became an inventor, engineer, scientist. jue, still under the name of julia at that time, left home at a young age to see more, the grand things tyria had to offer. they were drawn to asura tech, all those floaty cubes with funky colours, flashy alchemy and golems that listened to their owners every word, it drew her in. but shed soon find it to be a bit boring. they needed more kaboom. the charr had that needed kaboom. war machines, tanks, flamethrowers. jue liked the big things.

it was probably in the middle of their big search for more explosives throughout tyria that scarlet began terrorizing the world. oh scarlet. she was crazy, sure, dangerous, absolutely, a danger to the world, yes. jue didnt like all that much her. but they couldnt help but idolize her nonetheless. the descend into madness had started.

"julia" became "jue", to create more distance between them and that damned "family". violett was long forgotten, after all, vi didnt seem to care. jue collected more weapons. favoured was anything that could create explosions, fire, sparkly colourful lights. making elixirs became a great passion of jue, and an even greater passion was testing them on unsuspecting subjects.

but between all that sparkly glitzy alchemy, their trusty hammer remained jues favourite. why? well, because it killed instantly, and it killed properly. there was nothing technical about it. just pure violence. one would wonder how killing because fire and explosions are pretty turned into killing for the sake of killing. who knows. jue certainly doesnt. she doesnt think about that though. they just do what they want, and they just so happen to want to smash peoples skulls. maybe its just fun to do.

after all, to jue, everything is about fun. fire is fun. alchemy is fun. murder is fun!

my hand slipped and now here a post longer than anticipated! i wish i could simply stop talking sometimes.

like many of my characters, i kind of dont know what jue did during more recent events. they do spiral into evilness more and more though, and go so far that even violett snaps out of her little disney villain phase to try and save jue (or save tyria from jue, who knows)

its hard for me to portray them just the way i want: unhinged, not giving a shit about other lives, and obsessed with the beauty of destruction. as long as i havent figured out more about her, i also struggle giving them a proper outfit, which is why they run around in the scientist outfit for now!

some more screens of them! one of these is another old pic from 2017 and the other is the skins theyre wearing rn under that outfit

i do rly want to get back to that pink and blue colour scheme i used to have for her but also im obsessed with the purple hair <3

thank you again for asking and also thank you for reading my brainrot if youve made it this far <3 <3

#dio answers #guild wars 2 #gw2 #dios ocs #gw2 oc #thats a temporary tag until ive figured out what shell go by #demolisher jue

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ohmysparkle · 3 years

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🔮 A New Arrival 🔮

✨ Spellbound: Prologue

Series Masterlist

✨ Pairing: Hyunjin x reader

✨ Length: 2.9k

✨ Warnings: none in this chapter

✨ Tag List: @xviternity @straykisz @97lovestay @aliceu @meow-minho @velvetand-roses

✧･ﾟ🌑: *✧🌙 . *⭐️:*✧✨* : ･ﾟ✧ *.🌑 ✧･ﾟ

A dainty young secretary in a stylish little skirted suit dashes down a hallway towards an office, holding a telephone receiver in her hand, careful that the wire doesn’t snag behind her lest her boss get upset. Afterall, he’s been waiting for this for quite some time.

Knock, knock, knock!

“Yes?” A sharp voice calls out on the other side of the heavy wooden doors. She opens one wide.

“Mr. Mayor! They’re on the line for you!” She urges.

“Damn time, Alyssa! Come in, hurry up and bring your notebook!” He shouts. The secretary dashes back to her desk and grabs her notepad, looking back to the Mayor’s office to see if he’s connected to the line before she hangs the receiver. She dashes back, little heels clicking on the glossy floor.

“Speaker.” She insists to the mayor, urging so that he presses the button in time for her to hear the person on the other line answer. His neat mustache wiggles before he gives a stern “Hello.” for whoever is on the line.

“Hello, this is the Old Zealand Office of Coordination for the Association of Guilds, Clans and other Specialists on Magical, Supernatural and Paranormal Affairs, also known as SMSPA Central. This is Ezra, Lead Coordinator, speaking. What may I help you with today?” Both the Mayor and his assistant quirk eyebrows at the upbeatness of the man's way of speaking, and the mayor clears his throat before his focus escapes him.

“Ezra, good man! This is Mayor Armand Brandywine speaking from Nocturne Town, from the League of Lake Towns… Uh, calling because, hmm… I believe Ezra, it’s been two months-“

“Nocturne, Nocturne, Nocturne… hmm?” Ezra ponders, measuring the familiarity of the name - “Oh yes! The Ponies! I saw your Towns in a travel magazine just last week! My wife has insisted we go over to the League for our anniversary, she says apparently the great lakes over there are crystal clear, and that there are hills full of flowers and quaint little towns pocketed beneath, and that you use the most darling trains and ferries to move about. And the semi-annual pony contest!”

“I - yes, well - we do. Listen Ezra, as I was saying… it’s been four months since we filed an official request to have a specialist come here to help with a witch problem…”

“A witch?!” Ezra exclaims in disbelief, “A witch way out there? No way, you’re not even close to any of our mildly risky areas… there’s hardly any magical activity on your continent. Are you sure it’s a ‘bad’ witch?”

“Yes, positive.”

“Like a ‘sold her soul’ to the devil kind of witch? Or ‘weird lady who lives in the woods and smokes a pipe that makes people sort of uncomfortable but is actually really harmless’ kind of witch?” He questions.

“The former.” Armand replies flatly, giving Alyssa a look.

“Bad?” Ezra confirms.

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“And to whom did you submit your request with this claim?” Ezra continues asking.

“To a mister…” Armand looks at Alyssa.

“Zachary Z.” Alyssa whispers, clearly mouthing out the name.

“It was addressed to a Mr. Zachary, I believe he was the liaison for this region.” Armand states.

“Oh no…” Ezra does not say anything after this exclamation, and again, Alyssa and Armand share a look throughout that moment of silence.

“Oh… no?” Armand asks after uncomfortably expecting Ezra’s reply..

“Yes, ‘oh no’... you see, Zack was on a field assignment a few months ago and… well, he died. He was assessing if a local pyromancer had become a danger worthy of sending a specialist.”

“Oh.” Armand mouths to Alyssa, with her silently making the same gesture.

“We wouldn’t have any record of his assignments - he had his suitcase with him when he burned.” Ezra continued.

“Oh!” Alyssa silently exclaimes, again, crossing wide eyes with her boss, both of their faces contorting into grimaces.

“Oh poor Zack… He burned, suitcase and all…” Ezra reminisces. Armand is at a loss of words in the awkwardness of it all until the man on the other end bounces back. “So anyways, tell me about this witch of yours to see if I can help. When were the first and last reported sightings? ” Ezra returns to his upbeat, almost musical tone of speaking, having not missed a beat despite the sorrowful interlude.

“Well, you see… no one’s actually seen here. But - “

“Invisibility, you say?! Now that’s something you don’t see often!” Ezra prematurely interrupts, not missing the opportunity for his pun.

“No, no! I mean we haven’t sighted her… yet!” He corrects.

“So you are… placing a request for a specialist… for a witch that is unconfirmed?” Ezra says rather skeptically.

“But, there have been signs! Items, I mean trinkets, of witchcraft appearing in people's homes, dead animals stuffed with tokens…” the Mayor explains.

“Don’t forget the symbols!” Alyssa urgently whispers.

“And symbols! Runes! Painted on people's doors and under their beds!” Just as if he were visiting a skeptical doctor, Mayor Brandywine made the symptoms seem as serious as he could in fear that he would not be taken seriously.

“Hmm… could just be a prankster… any other proof? Any bewitchings? Hexes? Evident signs of curses or dark magic?”

“Well… people have dreamt of the same faceless woman, but I’m afraid we can't prove anything.”

“Well, in that case, it might be difficult to process a request on the basis of a witch. Besides, if there really is a witch, and she’s not actively harming the population, it might be better to just… let her be.” Ezra muses.

“Let her be?!” Alysaa mouths to Armand, which he repeats verbatim to Ezra on the line with emphasis on his outrage.

“Well, yeah, I mean… ‘evil’ and ‘bad’ are both pretty wide scopes. Maybe, if you think about it, witches are almost still human. Just think of her as a bad neighbor. Sometimes it’s more bothersome to deal with them and confront them than to simply let them be” Ezra suggests.

“Wait! Hold on, hold on! Can’t you at least send us someone to evaluate the situation? Maybe one of those fancy Black Knights?”

“Ha! Black Knights, ha! Get a load of this guy Zelda, he wants a Black Knight for one witch!” Armand and Alyssa can hear several people laughing on the other end of the line, most likely seated in desks beside Ezra’s. “No way… have you not seen how things are over in Arcadia? Necromancers, lots of real witches that people actually see, all kinds of undead… ha! Good luck trying to find a Black Knight at this rate, they’re all boarded up in their own country. Simply no way. They won’t leave their little civil-war-issue-thingy over there unless it's something serious. Like bad bad bad black magic serious, not ‘maybe a witch’.”

“Fine!” Armand says with an eye roll, “What about an Other Brother, or a Ghost Buster?!”

“Listen to this guy! Are you honestly willing to go beg one of those associations for an unconfirmed witch?”

“Alright, alright… What about one of those Arctic Druids?”

“No! No! Simply no! We do not work with those people anymore, they are way too fond of human sacrifice. No!” He firmly refutes.

“Then who the hell can deal with a witch?” Armand asks in exasperation, still communicating with Alyssa in silent glances.

“Oh we’ve got a handful of people available… but not for your case, seeing how it is. Hmm… let me think… Are you maybe dealing with anything else?” Brandywine takes advantage of this question to put in complaints that have been more complicated to deal with.

“Yes! Werewolves - plenty of them, and I’m pretty sure someone has been sneaking some bloodusckers into town.” The mayor emphasizes this with a slammed palm on the table.

“Well, Mr. Brandywine, I’m seeing here that some of the towns in the League allow werewolves… hmm.” The sound of flipping papers and heavy slams of stack of folders is clear over the speaker. “But I see here in my records that Nocturne itself is not a ratifying member of the ‘Treatise on the Rights of Magically Affected’ of ‘78, yet I also see that werewolves residents are allowed so long as they adhere to specific medical protocol - which as I see, is being tended to by a Dr. Nemo…”

“Yes but they are a danger to the population! They - they…” the Mayor looks at Alyssa for guidance.

“Say they spend the full moon naked in the woods!” She whispers with fervent urgency and he nods. Bingo!

“They transform without any kind of restraint, running free through town. The woods are like a hunting ground for them, God forbid any innocent happen to roam near there at night. Near feral, I say!” Armand dramatically states.

“Hmm… Well, they should be following medical protocol under the supervision of a trained magical practitioner. I see you have someone assigned,,, a Dr. Nemo? And, these vampires, they are outlawed within your jurisdiction, is that correct? I don’t see any record of any vampiric trespassing, no reported cases or documentation here at all.” Armand worries at Ezra’s skeptical tone, concerned he’ll lose his request.

“It’s that damn Doctor, I tell you!” He finally exclaimes, “I’m sure she’s been bringing in all those vampys under the table. You know what we do to them, they must submit to the authorities to be defanged and treated - that is the law here. Some of those free loving magi hippies on the other Islands may think differently, but everything to the west of me is a Vampire Free Zone.”

“The sirens!” Alyssa quietly interjects.

“And do not get me started on the damn sirens! Zombies too!” Armand concludes.

“Hmm…” Ezra thinks, he has quite a dilemma. According to all records, Mayor Armand Brandywine and several other governors in the League of Lake Towns are quite ‘anti-magic’, not so much the practice of it, but the act of being magical. He isn’t a stranger to getting calls like these, trying to put much needed specialists in situations that are otherwise political, and quite frankly, he was quite clear on not having one of his guys go in to terrorize people.

Ezra considers some of Zachary’s old notes… scribbled on some files in a shared folder. “Mayor Brandywine - staunch anti magi-humanist” meaning, he did not consider magically affected peoples, such as vampires and werewolves, zombies and sirens, to be human at all but instead monsters. Ezra could not allocate a particularly special specialist such as a Black Knight for such a frivolous case. After all, there were greater urgencies elsewhere on his hemisphere. Besides, his organization did not treat such individuals as monsters, he could not give Brandywine what he seemed to suggest he wanted. Monsters, by the standards of the SMSPA, were non-human entities. Enchanted animals and whatnot, ghouls, definitely the incurable undead - so long as they were precisely incurable. He thinks of a possible solution until something catches his eye…

A sheet tucked neatly into the regional folder where Mayor Brandywine’s town’s information was, titled simply “Dr. Nemo - Practitioner of Magical Medicine and Professor of Magical Biology”. Most of the fields were blacked out with ink, a brief description stating that her office was in Nocturne Town, despite the stance of Brandywine, and that she taught a focus course in a magical academy on the other side of the League. Hmm, no picture either, and suspiciously young.

Ezra continued to study the sheet, finding something of particular interest. A stamped red seal that every coordinator in Central knew, but that he had only come across twice before in all of his years of service:

Do not intervene - Tier S approval. The licences assigned to this person were quite… advanced, and quite… obscure. And below… request submitted by the Armed Forces of the League of Lake Towns.

Ah yes, a centralized police and military force for all of the smaller cities and townships in the League. Must be messy, especially considering the polarized stances on magic from the different members on the lake. But why would a magical practitioner require such high level authorization? He’d only seen it used for instances involving Black Knights and the like… never for something as lowly as medical men.

This is definitely one of those hush hush situations, lots of the specialists in his region required anonymity, hid from persecution because of their skills, or ran from some of their previous targets… especially if those individuals worked in the same field as this so-called Dr. Nemo. But this person… he didn’t place them in Nocturne, or else he would have remembered. This must have come from higher up - one of those top secret cases that Zachary would occasionally manage.

It certainly was curious. He held the blacked out form in his hands, retracing the dented letters that pressed this curious name on the paper… Dr. Nemo. Sounded like something out of a book.

“I have… a possible solution.” Ezra finally states, after the Mayor and his assistant had been expectantly leaning into the speaker for some time. “Maybe, perhaps, I can send you someone… Zandor!” Ezra calls to someone who seems to be at a distance from him. “Have we got any newbies?”

“What field?” A voice calls back in the distance.

“Monster hunters.” Ezra specifies.

“We got a class of newbies from that place they sent us that last guy from - the one you sent after that undead bear.” Zandor answers back.

“Gimme!” Ezra orders with a couple of finger snaps, and soon enough Alyssa and Armand hear a heavy folder plop on his desk. “Let’s see here… hmm, quite a few available clansmen… eenie meenie miney mo! Aha! No, not this one… aha!”

Ezra studies the page. The picture is of a young man who looks a bit too young to be in the field. The boy is trained to deal with most issues passively, good references, a bit inexperienced. No reports of excessive force. Mayor Brandywine won't be able to do much harm with the kid’s stats, he thinks, and he’s got good training and just the right licences. Silence again, until Ezra resumes after having studied the file.

“Aha! I’ve got your man. Hmm, and he’s quite a looker! Hyunjin, Hwang Hyunjin. Recently licensed as a tier one monster hunter… deals with all kinds of threatening non-occult entities... authorized to identify threats that are of the occult or ‘other’ nature. Can dispel moderately complex dark magic… transfiguration, discretion, stealth. Sounds good. The boy won’t cost you as much as a Black Knight, that for sure. If you have a werewolf or vampire problem, he can deal, and if you do have a witch, he can send us the claim and we’ll scale it up. How does that sound?”

“Not ideal.” Armand replies with a sigh. “How much does he cost?”

“Hmm…” Ezra presses keys into some kind of machine, “two and ninety seven hundredths of Zealand Zeals per Rupee… fifteen point two Limnian Ponies per… He’s gonna cost you twenty thousand Ponies a month.”

“How much do we have?” Armand quickly whispers to Alyssa.

“We can go up to thirty grand.” She replies. He nods, knowing what part to play.

“Twenty thousand?! We don't have that kind of money!” the Mayor exclaims, putting on the best of his acts. “We can do fifteen!”

Ezra takes a good, long sigh before replying. “Fifteen… and you offer top quality room and board, full, two days a week off, and one day a week for him to take private jobs in the area. He works four days for scheduled items, but will be available 24/7 for emergencies pending his acknowledgment of it actually being an emergency.”

“Deal.” Brandywine quickly affirms, quietly snickering at his accomplishment.

“That being said… I see you only have one other magical specialist in the region, that being this Dr. Nemo. You will make sure Clansman Hwang has access to medical care in the case of any event, and you will make sure he is given a thorough briefing on the area he will service, in this case I am writing his permit to do his work in Nocturne Town, and authorizing him to take up private commissions and attend to emergencies throughout the entire League.”

“Done.”

“Very well Mister Brandywine - “

“Mayor.” He corrects.

“... Mayor Brandywine. You can expect your specialist to arrive in ten days, please be mindful of the documentation and permits he hands you, you will need to keep them safe. Payment instructions will be attached, we collect monthly. For any additional inquiries, feel free to call, and I’d greatly appreciate if you could stay on the line to answer a quick survey if you considered my services satisfactory this day. Thank you for calling Old Zealand Office of Coordination for the Association of Guilds, Clans and other Specialists on Magical, Supernatural and Paranormal Affairs, goodbye.” Ezra’s tone had become flatter, but in view of his dirty victory, Mayor Armand Brandywine did not notice.

The line soon goes dead.

“So… looks like we’ve got a fix to our little problems. Make sure to register the expenses as twenty thousand ponies. Understand?” He says to Alyssa.

“And if it’s not billed in the invoice? They said only fifteen.” She questions.

“Administrative expenses.”

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Brienne’s Off to See the Wizard

I’m feeling a little silly right now, and in that spirit I’ll say that Brienne's journey in A Feast for Crows draws a bit of The Wizard of Oz: a girl dressed in blue travels with three dudes and a dog along a road on a quest to return a girl home.

Brienne is Dorothy, the protagonist who dresses in blue (armor), and is given Oathkeeper which is sword studded with rubies in place of ruby slippers. At the start, she is accused of killing Renly when she was actually at the wrong place at the wrong time just like Dorothy with her house dropping on the Wicked Witch of the East. Dorothy ends up in Munchkinland of the diminutive Munchkins while Brienne travels through the riverlands which is predominantly made up of smallfolk. Dorothy was brought to Oz by a tornado while Brienne is from the stormlands. Brienne is sent on her mission to return a girl home by Catelyn, the Lady of the North in place of Glinda the Good Witch of the North.

Professor Marvel: I see a woman. She's wearing a polka-dot dress. Her face is careworn. Dorothy: That's Auntie Em. Professor Marvel: Her name is Emily. Dorothy: That's right. What's she doing? Professor Marvel: Well I, uh, I can't quite see. Why, she's crying. Someone has hurt her. Someone has just about broken her heart. Dorothy: Me? Professor Marvel: Well, it's uh, someone she loves very much. Someone she's been very kind to. Someone she's taken care of in sickness. Dorothy: I had the measles once and she stayed right by me every minute. What's she doing now? Professor Marvel: Well, she's, uh...What's this? Well, she's, she's putting her hand on her heart. Oh, she's, she's dropping down on the bed. Dorothy: Oh, no, no, no. Professor Marvel: Uh, that's it, the crystal's gone dark. Dorothy: You don't suppose she could really be sick, do you? Oh, I've got to go home right away.

Go home, child. You have a home, which is more than many can say in these dark days. You have a noble father who must surely love you. Consider his grief if you should never return. Perhaps they will bring your sword and shield to him, after you have fallen. Perhaps he will even hang them in his hall and look on them with pride . . . but if you were to ask him, I know he would tell you that he would sooner have a living daughter than a shattered shield."

"A daughter." Brienne's eyes filled with tears. "He deserves that. A daughter who could sing to him and grace his hall and bear him grandsons. He deserves a son too, a strong and gallant son to bring honor to his name. Galladon drowned when I was four and he was eight, though, and Alysanne and Arianne died still in the cradle. I am the only child the gods let him keep. The freakish one, not fit to be a son or daughter."

- A Feast for Crows, Brienne VI

Brienne meets people along the way. Elder Brother tells her to abandon her quest, and think of her father who likely misses her while she is away from home just as Professor Marvel told Dorothy to abandon running away and go back home. She also comes across three people and a dog along her quest who end up accompanying her.

Septon Meribald is the Scarecrow. Dorothy meets him in the country where he wants a brain, yet throughout the film demonstrated himself to be intelligent and good on his feet. Meribald is from the country, and at first appears country bumpkin-esque, but actually proves himself to be intelligent with his Broken Men speech. His knowledge of the riverlands also proves to be useful to them throughout the trip.

Hyle Hunt is undoubtedly the Tin Man. Hyle Hunt’s body is covered in the metal of his armor like the Tin Man, and not having a heart appears to describe him pretty well. He calls Brienne ugly to her face when we see him first talk to her. He wants to find Sansa so he can sell her to the Lannisters. When Brother Gillum shows that a horse bit off his ear, Hyle responds by joking about it. When Brienne expresses sympathy for the children at the inn having lost their parents, Hyle’s response is to roll his eyes and mock her for her sympathy. He comes off as an insensitive prick who doesn’t seem very caring towards anyone. However, we are first introduced to him when he defends a smallfolk couple and Brienne from Tarly’s guards, and actually defends Brienne against his boss and liege, Randyll Tarly, which cost him his job. So there might be a heart to him somewhere after all.

Podrick Payne is the Cowardly Lion. Pod served lions, the Lannisters, and with a name like Payne with his distant cousin being Ser Ilyn the King’s Justice one would expect him to be more aggressive and intimidating. Yet, he is described by every POV character that meets him as timid, with Sansa noticing he blushes and stares at her feet every time she talks with him. He is clearly shy, but he rams himself into Mandon Moore just as he is about to kill Tyrion, and then pulls Tyrion to safety from the raging inferno on the Blackwater, saving his life. He later helps Brienne against the undoubtedly dangerous Bloody Mummer deserters. The boy can be shy, but deep inside is brave.

She finally comes across one figure who has gained repute in the land for his ostensible magical ability.

“Oh, no, my dear, I... I'm a very good man - I'm just a very bad Wizard”

"The pink pretender, rather. I am Thoros, late of Myr, aye . . . a bad priest and a worse wizard."

- A Feast for Crows, Brienne VIII

Brienne eventually meets a man called the "red wizard," Thoros and just as the Wizard was just an ordinary man using smoke and mirrors, Thoros’s magic is usually just pyromancer tricks. Even he admits he isn’t really that much of a wizard or a red priest. But Thoros is a man who spent the entire war aiding the smallfolk of the riverlands, so while not much of a sorcerer, he still is at heart a good man.

Auntie Em: You just had a bad dream.

Dorothy: But it wasn't a dream. It was a place, and you and you and you ... and you were there . . . But you couldn't have been, could you?

Auntie Em: We dream lots of silly things when we...’

Dorothy: No, Aunt Em. This is a real, truly live place. And I remember that some of it wasn't very nice. But most of it was beautiful. But just the same, all I kept saying to everybody was, 'I want to go home.' And they sent me home.

“This is an evil dream, she thought. But if she were dreaming, why did it hurt so much?”

. . .

This time she dreamed that she was home again, at Evenfall. Through the tall arched windows of her lord father's hall she could see the sun just going down. I was safe here. I was safe.

. . .

"I saw him. In the woods."

"A fever dream, my lady."

"He said that he would hang me."

"Even dreams can lie. My lady, how long has it been since you have eaten? Surely you are famished?"

-A Feast for Crows, Brienne VIII

At the end, she wakes up from a dream, and while in the film, Dorothy is finally home, and her journey was revealed to be a dream, Brienne is far from home in the cave of the Brotherhood without Banners and she wakes up to a living nightmare. Brienne is reunited with the Lady of the North, though unlike in the film with Glinda, it is not a happy reunion, as she is accused of betrayal and her ruby studded sword given to her is used against her as opposed to helping her.

“Bring me the broom of the Wicked Witch of the West.”

"She wants her son alive, or the men who killed him dead," said the big man. "She wants to feed the crows, like they did at the Red Wedding. Freys and Boltons, aye. We'll give her those, as many as she likes. All she asks from you is Jaime Lannister."

-A Feast for Crows, Brienne VIII

After finding the titular wizard, Dorothy in the story has to go on a side quest to complete her goal of returning home. Brienne finds the red wizard and is now told to prove her loyalty by bringing to them in place of the broom of the Wicked Witch of the West, Jaime Lannister, the twin brother and Lord Commander of Cersei’s Kingsguard sent to pacify the riverlands.

“I’ll get you my pretty, and your little dog, too!”

The queen regarded him coolly. "I had not thought you so niggardly. The king I'd thought to wed would have laid a wolfskin across my bed before the sun went down." Robert's face darkened with anger. "That would be a fine trick, without a wolf." "We have a wolf," Cersei Lannister said. Her voice was very quiet, but her green eyes shone with triumph.

-A Game of Thrones, Eddard II

As for Cersei, well, she is associated with the color green, is very vindictive and cruel, often associated with wildfire and comes from the westerlands. She also starts at the beginning of the story by having a girl's innocent dog, Lady, killed. Her subordinates are referred to as monkeys with Tyrion, her Hand, being called “a twisted little monkey demon,” Lancel, who served as her sword, is compared to “a mummer’s monkey” and she thinks of Falyse Stokeworth, whom she tried to have kill Bronn, as a “grasping monkey.” Cersei is also looking for the same young girl Brienne is, someone she blames for the death of a relative, and had imprisoned in her castle.

Just who could Cersei's parallel be?

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